Out of The PIT

I was cooking some pork chops on Tuesday by using a maple glaze to give the meat a bit more flavour. Since we had some extra pork chops, I decided to use the remaining maple syrup (that we had used for marinating the salmon) and added some soy and garlic to see how well it ends up marinating the meat. I didn't know where the fresh garlic was, but I found a bottle of garlic powder in the cupboard. I had trouble pouring out the garlic powder as it had solidified into a giant lump at the bottom of the bottle. After scraping out the powder from the bottle with a spoon, I looked for a best before date. I could not find one. However, I did find the copyright notice on the label. The copyright date was 1981. Well, it still good right? *dumps rest of bottle contents into marinade*

I have been thinking about the events of last week when I found that someone had gotten into my car and messed around with my stuff. I was wondering why the vehicle seemed fairly untouched apart from the scattering of the contents of my glove compartment. Maybe they were able to get my car keys to get in to the car and it was just a prank? Otherwise, having the keys would be more than enough to just take the car, unless they couldn't drive stick.

I wonder where it's been? This past Saturday I took my bike out to my dental appointment for one last ride this season. It was literally freezing cold and I was very glad I was not actually riding on the highway. Winds at 60kph where more than enough to cut through my gloves (and pants) and freeze my fingers numb after just a few minutes. I spent the rest of the morning winterizing my bike, making sure that the fuel stabilizer was in, taking out the battery, and putting the bike on the stand. Too bad I had to leave it outside this year. Hopefully it will survive the winter. Prior years had the bike nicely stored in an underground (and heated) garage, so those years of pampering are over. It was also a little more annoying to perform those tasks outside in the cold. My fingers felt like limp sausages trying to work my tools to get the battery out. At least it was dry and calm. Any later and I would have had to do all of this with snow on the ground, more potential wind, and mu

My car was broken into today. I sat in the driver's seat and noticed that the glove compartment and the other compartments were left open, with wires and bags left strewen on the passenger seat. I do recall locking my car and turning on the alarm, so I am a little surprised but it is an old car so there are probably ways to work around the security. I don't actually have anything of value in the car, so I'm not sure what they were looking for, but I haven't seen anything actually taken from the car, but I should take a closer look..

I have a small tube of Glysomed on my desk, left over by a former employee who did not seem like the type of person who would would have cared about chapped knuckles. As I applied what little lotion was left from the tube onto the dry cracked skin on the back of my hands, I recalled that last week I had held in my hand the skin of one younger and newer than I. Even after exposure to the rough sand, bruising ball, and the burning sun her skin was still warm, soft and fair. Much like the skin that I once wore when I was young and insecure yet more care free. As I look back down at the dark and rough skin covering my now moistened fingers, I am reminded by the undeniable truth: The hands of time will catch up to us all.